The First Day of the Rest of Our Lives
Last night, we sent 2015 on its way with lots of sex, a little bit of booze, and Rockin Eve, as is our way. It’s just not the same without Dick Clark. But Ryan Seacrest appears to be losing some of his douche as he grows older. He might even be cool some day!
Master’s not really into pop, so we don’t listen to much of it aside from Miley Cyrus, but only I listen to her. The artists who performed last night were actually pretty good. It was nice to see people just sing and not autotune their voices to sound like robots. I was never really into that trend.
I was blown away by Alessia Cara. From her astounding voice, to the song she performed, to the fact that she was like “Fuck this shit, I’m performing in something comfortable,” she’s pretty flipping amazing. I’m gonna have to look up the rest of her stuff.
This morning, I’m making breakfast as slowly as possible because Master
can’t handle partying like he used to would like a bit more sleep. For the first time ever, I think my hash browns (shredded, not home fries) are going to be perfect. I’m pretty excited about that.
I had to remove the loudmouth (Bashy) from the bedroom because he feels that if he’s awake, everyone in the house must wake up, too. So Bashy and I started 2016 with some undivided together time. It was nice. Of course, now he’s whining because I’m writing and cooking and not holding him, but hey, Bashy gon’ Bash.
Priss is still in there cuddling with her daddy. She’s become so outgoing in the past year. It’s like night and day. She cuddles with us, and climbs in bed any time we’re in there so she can get as many pets as we’re willing to give her, and if we call her, she actually comes to us! I’m not sure what the change is, but it makes us pretty happy.
Bashy has become more needy. He cries for my attention a lot, and if I ignore him, he’ll scratch the walls to get my attention. I think it’s because he’s not used to Priss and me spending so much time together. We’re waiting to see if he chills out, and if not, we’re going to consult a vet just to make sure he’s not sick.
I’ve been changing my Twitter header to random things that catch my eye on different websites. That one comes from a Twitter header site, the name of which escapes me at the moment. I liked it because it’s how I feel…like a whole bunch of bright colors coming out of the darkness.
It’s nice to be out of the darkness.
I am still having issues with self esteem, but I think that once I’m able to get back on track with my diet and exercise, that’ll ease up some. I know, I know. Love my body now. But it’s kinda difficult to do because my body is rebelling. I’m hoping getting things back on track will fix that.
I have a lot of goals for 2016, but I’m not going to share them. It seems every time I talk about what I want to do, I don’t do it, and then I spend a whole lot of time feeling like a failure. I need to stop setting myself up for failure.
I’ve made one, single resolution, and I will share that with you.
I’ve recently begun watching PrankvsPrank and BFvsGF with Jesse Wellens and Jeana Smith. Aside from the fact that they are relationship goals AF, they’re also from Philly, and remind me a whole lot of my family, so watching their vids is like hanging out at home on the holidays without dealing with my snotty ass cousins. Plus, they’ve got really cool cats.
Just in the last couple months, Jesse lost his grandmother, and then his mother disappeared. Unfortunately, she passed, too. And watching how he and Jeana handled it, and how the internet responded has really brightened my outlook. The whole world doesn’t suck, after all.
Jesse said he’s only setting one resolution this year: Kick 2016’s ass! I decided to make that mine, too.
Welcome to the future, my friends. Let’s make this year our bitch.